A Hero Is One Who Knows How

Hypotheses Are Nets: Only He Who Casts Will Catch.

In Cheerful Souls There Is No Wit. Wit Shows A Disturbance Of The Equipoise.

If The World Is A Precipitation Of Human Nature, So To Speak, Then The Divine World Is A Sublimation Of The Same. Both Occur In One Act. No Precipitation Without Sublimation. What Goes Lost There In Agility, Is Won Here.

Many Things Are Too Delicate To Be Thought; Many More, To Be Spoken.

The World Must Become Romanticized, And In That Way We Find Again Its Original Meaning For Us.